Father never sang me to sleep or called me princess like the other children who had their fathers tell them that their priceless. My father never taught me how to pray , he taught me how to be brave like a lion .
He made mama cry all day long .
Now that he is gone I don't know how to feel.
Should I cry or should I be happy , should I blame myself for not seeing the good him.
Mama still loved himfrom the wounds she got . she still went back to him.

Some nights I look at the sky...